Gu Jiao withdrew the fire striker and slowly approached Huangfu Xian's side.
Huangfu Xian now appeared to be sitting steadily here, but unbeknownst to him, he had just undergone a heart-stopping rescue. His severed limb was already injured, and after being soaked in river water, the wound had developed extensive necrosis.
Jingkong said that he had slept for two days because he only saw him after he was moved here. However, before that, in the Medical Hall, the rescue efforts and waiting for him to get through the critical period had taken three days.
"Does it still hurt?" Gu Jiao asked, "Your wound."
Huangfu Xian paused, wanting to say it didn't hurt, but hesitated and then honestly replied, "A little."
There was a slight choking sound in his nasal voice.
Gu Jiao pretended not to notice: "Let me have a look."
It was already getting dark, and there were no lights lit in the room, so there wasn't much she could see.
Huangfu Xian did not refuse.